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End of the Line

I just got back from a midnight (actually a 12:17) showing of Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith (my 97th movie of the year, in case you were wondering). When I woke up yesterday morning, I had no plans to go to a midnight showing. I figured I was getting a little too old for that sort of thing, and I was tired already. I knew a midnight movie would be a bad idea, and I figured there weren’t any more seats available anyway.

But then Matt emailed me an article that said they still had tickets and that he’d maybe be interested. By the end of the work day, there were four of us planning to go, so I stopped by and bought the tickets.

Then I went home and took a nap.

Between waking up and leaving for the theater, I played some more of Lego Star Wars, a game I’m working on for review. It put me in the mood even more, and I’ll be sad when this one’s done.

The movie was pretty darn good. Yes, the “romantic” scenes are still awful – the dialogue sounded like every bad 80’s teen movie you’ve ever seen – but the movie as a whole worked surprisingly well, considering we all knew how it had to turn out.

I’d encourage you to gather a few friends and go to a midnight opening of a Star Wars movie, but you pretty much missed your chance if you didn’t go tonight. This was it, the last one. Now all we’ll have are the endless revisions that George Lucas will put out until his fingers are so curled from editing that he can’t punch the buttons anymore. Here’s hoping that’s soon.